The old Man

The old man
Had Kept Chickens

Two cocks
Eight hens

The hens made
4 eggs a day

He had scrambled eggs most mornings
The feeling that he was a farmer

Was something never far from his mind
He had left his home country to come here

As a student
He wanted to one day own his own farm

But now
He just owned Cocks and Hens

And a cat
And a mangy dog

He thought of his wife
Now dead

At least his two sons
Were doing well

He was on the scrapheap
Biding time before his death

How it would come he did not know
But come it surely would

Would he see his sons' grandchildren?
He did not know

He would just try and take care of himself
His Dog, his Cat

His hens
And his Cocks.